"What then? If we don't go to Concubine Rou, what can we two minions do? Liufu said in a daze, looking at the majestic Qingxin Palace, his heart was stunned.

"Father-in-law Liufu, what should I do! If Fan'er had knelt in the snow all night, she would have died in her current physical condition—" Piao Wu muttered.

"Don't say these frustrating words! Flutter you go back. I'll find another way. Liufu said with a calm face.

Fluttering tears and hazy eyes glanced in the direction of the Wind Garden, and then looked at the Liufu. Covering his lips and choking, he ran towards the Qingxin Palace.

When Piao Wu disappeared from the palace gate, Liufu staggered against the cold palace wall in despair, and muttered, "What other way, what other way can I have-"

The king's heart is unpredictable, if the emperor is really so determined to let her die, what can they do?

"Sister Fan'er, Sister Fan'er—" Luofu muttered, staggering, and walked briskly in the direction of the Japanese Wind Garden, wanting to meet her.

Looking at the back of Liufu in a hurry, Gu Weikong on the palace wall was already green.

Suddenly, following the steps of the Flokoffs, he followed.

After walking a short distance, I saw Luofu walking quickly into a manor, and Gu Weikong flew into the palace wall in the courtyard, frowning and looking for it. But the thick snow squeezes a piece, covering all the green and red flowers in the garden, and it is a white expanse as far as the eye can see. Where is the shadow of half a man.

Luofu staggered straight to the central pavilion, trying to find that thin white in a patch of snow, and suddenly, when he saw the inconspicuous white figure outside the pavilion, he finally covered his mouth and a tear fell.

"Sister Fan'er—"

Suddenly. The cry stopped abruptly, and Liufu's body fell to the ground limply, and Gu Weikong floated down. Lek Fook leaning diagonally against the big tree next to him.

The ancient painting fan felt as if he had heard someone calling, and he moved his two arms, which had been numb, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

saw that a man in green clothes was slowly walking towards her in the snow. Suddenly

The man's handsome and elegant face was full of cautious hesitation at the moment, and a little panic that could not be concealed.

Who is he?

Gu Huafan looked at the man who walked slowly in front of him in a daze, feeling that not only was his body numb, but even his head was a little sluggish. It wasn't until the man in Tsing Yi slowly squatted down and reached out to pull the hair from her forehead that he came back to his senses.

She didn't know him.

The ancient painting fan faintly withdrew his gaze, his face was full of indifference, and his eyes were full of alienation. He turned around and continued to crawl on the ground, without saying a word.

Gu Weikong looked at the face of the woman in front of him in a daze, so similar but so different. The mother in my memory is gentle, and she smiles every day, and that smile infects their family, which is so magical and happy.

He has always felt that his lively and cheerful sister must be a smiling woman when she grows up, and the smile on her face will only be more charming and happy.

But the face in front of him, those eyes, there was no cold alienation without dyeing his hair, and he was secretly frightened and frightened when he saw it.

The snow had already submerged the knees of the woman in front of her, and it had also buried her wrists. Her face was almost transparent, pale and frightening, but she was so calm that there was no trembling at all. Xu was so cold that he was numb.

Inexplicably, the pity in her heart was even worse, Gu Weikong was at a loss in her heart, and she was only driven by her brain, and reached out to pick up the snow around her little by little. Suddenly, a snowdrop as red as blood appeared in sight.

Gu Weikong looked at it in a daze, reached out to take it, but was the first to raise his hand and twist it by the ancient painting fan.

The plain hands were now pale and bloodless, but the shocking burns and bubbles on the back of the hands stung his eyes.

The ancient painting fan twisted the snow lotus petals, as if thinking of something, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the smile was very light, but it was enough to make Gu Weikong lose his mind.

After countless midnight dreams, he always felt that his little sister's smile should be like this.

The ancient painting fan reached out and pulled open the purse on his waist and put the snowlotus petals into it. He was about to load his purse, but he was grabbed by a big hand.

Gu Weikong looked at the purse in his hand in shock, ripped off the purse on his waist, and looked at it in a daze.

Gu Huafan felt that his dull brain seemed to be able to turn in an instant, and he nervously reached out to grab it.

"Give me back the purse!" Maybe he hadn't spoken for a long time, or maybe maybe his voice was numb, the scream was hoarse, but it scraped Gu Weikong's heart straight.

But what I started was two identical purses, and the ancient painting fan looked at the two purses in his hand in a daze, and his brain was a little slow to react for a while.

"This purse, yours?" Gu Weikong asked softly, like a fragile dream. I'm afraid that if I make any louder noise, I will wake up from my sweet dream and end up empty.

The ancient painting fan held the purse tightly with both hands, as if she couldn't hear any words, and gently opened the purse in her hand, and the purpose was exactly the same blood-red snow lotus petals, which were also fragrant, but she was inexplicably a little sour.

With trembling hands, he looked at the inner wall of one of the purses, and his name was written on it.

Gently look at the other, when I see the same font, the same needle and thread, and two different words on the inner wall. She was still a little sluggish, not knowing what to do.

Gu Weikong also watched her movements fixedly, and when he saw everything clearly, he just wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't. In the snowflakes flying in the sky, the person he was looking for was right in front of him.

hugged the thin woman in white tightly in front of her in her arms, her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were inexplicably moist after more than ten years of dryness.

"Little sister, I'm my brother—"

The soft words shook the hearts of the two people.

Little sister, I'm my brother.

He waited for many days and nights before he was finally able to say this.

How many days and nights did she look forward to hearing this sentence.

It is a call from loved ones, and it is an implication that is truly thicker than water.

Gu Huafan felt that she suddenly wanted to cry, it was after countless torturous dark nights, the moment she finally saw the light, the longing and sigh from the bottom of her heart.

I wanted to hug him tightly, but my numb body didn't allow her to do so. Moved his legs, slammed on the ground, groaned in pain.

"Little sister, don't be afraid, my brother will take you out of this ghost place." Gu Weikong softly comforted the ancient painting fan. When he touched the cold body of the ancient painting fan, he already hated the emperor. The little sister he had been thinking about for so many years was punished like this when she came here. He didn't dare to think that if he didn't come tonight, he would really be separated from her forever.

Putting the cold and stiff arm of the ancient painting fan on his shoulder, he gently picked her up, but despite such a gentle movement. still makes the ancient painting fan whimper in pain.

The ancient painting fan bit his lip and looked at the picture in front of him that would not even appear in the dream, and his heart was full of melancholy. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the www.biquge.info (qidian.com) of Biquge to vote javascript:void(0);

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